Today it has been snowing since morning. All is white, except now it is an eerie white, lit by streetlamps.
Today I finished writing the first draft of my novel.
Today I listened to “Beloved Wife” by Natalie Merchant so often that the tears have finally stopped pouring.
Today is? was? my parent’s 55th wedding anniversary.
Today I didn’t blame anyone for anything.
Today I took three walks in the snow, one whose purpose was simply to walk in the snow and not an opportunity for Poops to poop.
Today I left exman a voice message about getting a Get (Jewish divorce decree) next week.
Today I baked a cake and cooked fish; one was very good and the other was not.
Today I came up with a few writing assignments for my students.
Today I was here to hear the thoughts and frustrations of my mother and a few friends.
Today I was the disappointing mother to a 14-year-old who had hoped for a snowstorm-event-planner mother.
Today still has two more hours. But it is time to go to sleep. What more can a day bring, except tomorrow.